Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Warmth of A Home

The temperature started to drop into the low 40's (30's inside this shed) last night and I had a difficult time sleeping, frequently waking up cold and uncomfortable.

My mind kept going back to a warm home, the radiating warmth a family home gives that we often take for granted - until we don't have a home anymore.The soft lighting, the fire glowing. The smell of dinner cooking. The ability to be in a comfortable warm place of security looking out onto a cold world.
It becomes such a different world when you lose that security. When there is no home to shelter you and give you a reprieve.
It's a privilege to have books on a bookshelf, within reach. To have clean sheets and fresh smelling bedding. To be able to turn on a lamp, or cook a hot meal. To have clean clothes. To have family and friends in your home making and sharing memories. These are all unavailable to the homeless, so we are left with memories of days gone by. And the cold harsh reality of today. A reality that is simply terrifying me.
By sunrise the start of a beautiful day appeared over the horizon. I had a slight migraine but not bad enough to incapacitate me. By 10 am the migraine was starting in earnest and I had to take a couple of pain killers to try and restrain it. By noon it had disappeared and I don't welcome it back. Today was a slow easy day, but tomorrow is going to be a different story.
There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie
( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back.
I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers f
ootsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylvi Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever. The list just goes on and on and on.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.

Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
We frail humans are at one time capable of the greatest good and, at the same time, capable of the greatest evil. Change will only come about when each of us takes up the daily struggle ourselves to be more forgiving, compassionate, loving, and above all joyful in the knowledge that, by some miracle of grace, we can change as those around us can change too.~Mairead Maguire